Ozark Oddments: Sunshine, on my shoulder....

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Sunshine, on my shoulder....

In the Ray Badbury short story All Summer in Day, Margot, a little girl who arrives from Earth to live on Venus, where the sun shines once every 7 years, writes a poem about the sun she remembers from before.

I think the sun is a flower,
That blooms for just one hour.

This is a sad story. The sun does come out, but she doesn't get to see it.

I know I will not have to wait 7 years to see the sun again, but nevertheless, we have not seen the sun since Monday.

Today it was supposed to be sunny and 50 degrees and we planned a trip to Town.

It is not 50 and sunny. The sky continues to be a solid sheet of gray and light freezing rain is in the forecast. I wouldn't mind seeing the sun for an hour.... or two.... or three...

And looking at this picture taken not all that long ago, when our world was still green, reminds me that we need a new lawnmower.

4 comments:

Tami Weingartner said...: or a goat.; 8:35 AM
Anonymous said...: WE did not have sun at all yesterday and it depresses me!!

Today SUN!!!

I have posted the recipe for you on my blog!!! They are easy and quick Robert says!; 1:02 PM
Leilani Schuck Weatherington said...: Actually yes, Tami. A goat is exactly what we need. Our place is over-grown with Japanese honeysuckle, poison ivy, and multiflora rose. A friend who had a similar situation got brush goats and they cleared her place. It was beautiful; 6:06 AM
Far Side of Fifty said...: Yup! You definately need a goat! No sun here either, but lots of Winter wonderland falling out of the sky:); 4:26 PM

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Most of us go through life so absorbed in the cocoon of ourselves that we rarely stop to consider the other. Of course, we think that we do; indeed, we may pride ourselves on our capacity for empathy; we may be considerate and thoughtful in our dealings with others, but how often do we stand before them. so to speak, and experience what it is to be them?--Domenica Macdonald

The Unbearable Lightness of Scones, by Alexander McCall
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Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering -- because you can't take it in all at once. --Audrey Hepburn

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I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all, I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.--Agatha Christie

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Life can be wildly tragic at times, and I've had my share. But whatever happens to you, you have to keep a slightly comic attitude. In the final analysis, you have got not to forget to laugh.--Katharine Hepburn

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